(1512) Brittany and Company

[Alessandra]

Seeing Brittany yank her hand away the Daeva, and her words, Ale’s own eyes narrowed.

Briefly, the dark eyes left Tiernans own and glanced down to Brittany’s hand. Sure enough, the skin was broken. Eyes snap back to the Daeva as Ale moves a few inches past her Cousin, more or less putting herself between the two. Not that she thought he’d try something else, but what he did was bad enough. She wasn’t close enough to him to be threatening, she remembered where they were after all, but close enough.

“Is there a problem?” asked the Italian, her voice low and calculated. “I don’t believe you remember where you are, this is Elysium, and THAT was a dangerous move. I’m not sure who you think you are, but you owe my Cousin an apology. And then maybe Priscus Cordoba can teach you some manners.” Her eyes lingered on his, awaiting his response. She would remember this, and whatever he had to say. And oh, if they were back in Italy, the games would only be just beginning.

[SoraLow]

If not for the reaction Richard wouldn't have even noticed that anything had happened at all but as soon as he is made aware he throws himself back into the center of the conversation to hopefully smooth over the scene before anyone over heard or caught a whiff of what had just happened. His poor fool of a cousin had no idea how easily such an offence could end in his final night. For now though it seemed as though Priscus Cordoba was on the job, if he could steer the conversation away from unpleasant 'accidents', then maybe he wouldn't have to loose another family member over some bullshit, or even better maybe he scores a few brownie points with Juan for showing up for the assist.

"And here I was thinking nothing exciting would happen at court this month, clearly being in the presence of two beautiful bombshells has gotten to my cousins nerve. Please forgive him, its a bit much for any man to handle. How about we leave it to Priscus Cordoba to help him get settled, no reason to let that spoil our evening right?"

Richard holds his arms open with his hands extended to guide them a few steps away in any direction that steers them from where Juan and Tiernan have headed off to chat. He moves forward with them, gesturing for them to do the same.

[Alessandra]

There was more she wanted to say, but when Juan stepped in, she kept her mouth shut. As Daeva Priscus, this was his issue now. But that didn’t mean that Ale was any less pissed. As Juan excused them, Ale nods her head, her anger quietly simmering.

Her eyes remained narrowed as Tiernan spewed some sort of apology. Like it would make up for inflicting a wound upon her Cousin…..in Elysium.

Clearly Richard was trying to make up for his Cousins error in judgement.

“I can’t offer forgiveness, I wasn’t the one offended.” If her Cousin decided to forgive it, so be it, but it didn’t mean she would forget it. Tiernan would be watched, closely. “But I can assure you the actions of one doesn’t reflect poorly upon your clan.” She says with a nod of her head.

When Brittany thanked her, she finally smiles, “Of course. We’re family, and family should defend each other.” Not that she doubted Brittanys ability to defend herself, but it never hurt to have someone backing you up.

“That’s right! There were bets being placed. I do love a good bet!”

[Konrad Roth]

"Someone say something about betting?" says Konrad jovially, having just arrived to the conversation. He smirks, seeing that whatever argument had taken place had been quickly resolved, at least on the surface.

"Richard, good to see you, man," says Konrad, favoring the Daeva with a friendly tap on the arm if Richard allows it. Their Beasts, though familiar, could not be predicted to maintain control even if they masked their movements with human-like behavior. Still, Konrad wishes to convey the bond of trust between them.

"Whip Ale, Miss Hastings," Konrad greets his cousins by name, waiting to see if he aught to broach the subject of the heated words, or if Martha had plans to. "So what're we betting on?"

[Martha Villiers]

The mood seemed to be one of an equilibrium. Whatever commotion has caused the small disturbance, it had likely passed.

Feeling slightly redundant, Martha contented herself with smiling and observing protocol. Offering a respectful 'hello' to each of the Kindred now around her.

Listening, with obviously attentive body language, as they each spoke. Trying to piece together the events. Watchful lest tempers flared.

[SoraLow]

Richard chimes in when Konrad approaches, despite the beast flaring within his heart he still manages to a friendly smile and an upward head nod, "Wuddup Konrad, hows it hanging?" he asked with a genuine interest in the well being of the only man in this domain he had any sort of trust for. Soon after Martha orbits in on their gathering but doesn't say anything to begin with and so he only smiles and waves but otherwise continues forward with the conversation by addressing Brittney's playful warning. "I certainty hope that you are right about that Brittney, beating up on a couple of girls wouldn't be much fun at all now would it?" he jokes, threading very thin with his choice of words which could easily be taken quite brazenly if one wanted to.